User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-25220117-20121101173924/@comment-25220117-20121108174849

''Carvig fell onto his knees, his face creased with pain. Slowly, painfully, the weasel withdrew his dagger, but it soon slipped from lifeless paws as the mighty bulk that was once Carvig slumped flat onto the deck. Many amongst the crew chortled raucously, grateful for the excitement amongst the otherwise dull day. Baal the ferret shook his head, rather surprised at the end of the mighty weasel, as a fat stoat known as Bulgorn stepped forward from the crowd. Spitting jeeringly upon his dead comrade, he cracked a steel-pronged whip upon the deck, his weapon of choice, his face splitting into a broken-toothed grin of mock-astonishment'' "Gudd show, Capin! T'at wretch was asken fer death!" Raising his whip, he gave a deep-throated roar "Applause for th' Capin Zakrav, finest e'er t' e'er git spitted from `Ellgates!" Half-hearted applause broken out amongst the gathered crew, more than one demanding what in Satan's Whiskers was applause